Terrible Tuesday has reared it's ugly ass head again. My co-worker just informed me that he's looking for another job b/c he can't deal with the pressure. I will admit to some schadenfreude about the situation, b/c dude walked in like cock of the walk thinking he was all that. I honestly think he can't handle the fact that he isn't the smartest person in the room and isn't even top tier, but that's me being petty too. I thought he was going to work out eventually and I spent a lot of time trying to make sure he did. It IS a demanding job, but it's also a rewarding job. I might grumble, as anyone does, that's any job. I have also commented to a friend that I can no longer identify with the "I hate my job" memes and the like, b/c I really don't. It only took me like...10 years to get into another job that I loved and could see myself retiring from.
Otherwise, SSDD. My ulnar nerve seems to be settling down. My new mattress was amazing. It was so nice not to wake up multiple times in the middle of the night w/sciatica pain. It's still a bit stinky. I'll set up the new bed frame this weekend hopefully.
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